Ndn8tive

A passing desire, though I’m wide awake
In this quiet pine forest site so near this lake
As gaze into a dark blue diamond filled sky
And hear the distant howls of coyotes cry
With a gently rustling in the leaves so near
And the crackling sound of wood I hear
Tossing another log in the burning fire
As Tiny ambers floating up much higher
On a log I sit slowly looking all around
The surrounding trees all glowing orange brown
Wishing you were here to share this sight
And the gentle flickering of this fires light
We’d sit and talk for long hours on end
If only you were here my far away friend
But your presents I sense on this moonless night
Like a cool sensation in the air tonight
Although this vision may not come true
Just a passing sentiment I had felt for you
As the fire now smolders as smoke into flight
I hope these thoughts you feel tonight

Bill